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Part of the benefit in attending the Feast of Skin and Souls in Hellisdalr was the Eiryn was given the opportunity to collect supplies for her healer's bag that she didn't normally have a chance to in her own family's hold. Some illnesses were just to rare for the local businesses to bother stocking something that would just sit on their shelves for months and then eventually go bad. Truth be told, she wasn't sure if she'd even end up using some of the herbs she was looking for in the long run, but she was of the attitude it was better to be safe than sorry should something occur that would require such herbs.

She made her farewells to the owner of the small apothecary shop that she'd visited, her purchases wrapped up in soft cloths before heading back into the streets of Hellisdalr. She began her journey back to the inn where she, her brother, and his fiance were staying. Or at least she tried to go that way, instead she just ended up finding herself lost in the city streets. It had been a while since she was last in the capital and she clearly didn't remember it as well as she thought she had. Yet stubborn as she was, she continued to just wander the streets figuring that something would eventually become familiar to her. Or so she thought.

It was only after nearly a half an hour of wandering that she eventually admitted to herself that she needed assistance. That and the fact that the part of the city she found herself in seemed to be the more shady part of town. Buildings either in disrepair or large warehouses with no one around. It seemed that she'd lost anyone to even be able to ask directions from. Thankfully she had her long dagger at her belt, it might not be as good as her sword which was packed away in her room at the inn, but it would provide some protection should she need it.

After a few minutes more, she finally located someone. Another woman by the looks of things, though one who seemed a bit more interested in hunting then in something like like home keeping. Eiryn smiled a little, a woman after her own heart to be sure. "Excuse me!" She called out to get the other woman's attention. "I seem to find myself lost. Could you help me find my way back to the main part of the city? I'm staying at the Traveler's Inn." She mentioned wondering if that would have meaning to the other.

Like any good Borysian, she celebrated the days that her kin celebrated as best she could: scarf down some food, throw back some ale, and commiserate with the handful of people that she considered "friends." Since her father had passed nigh on a decade ago, however, Elwyn had found that her actual participation in these events was almost entirely a good excuse to make a little extra cash.

Hellisdalr was busy on a slow day; when Borysians had cause to congregate, the capital was downright flooded with life.

So the massive haul of expertly cut furs and well-cured meats were gone, now, empty sacks discarded, purse fatter than usual. Elwyn would soon return to Svee Town, where she was the singular huntress that inevitably provided half of the mood that the town consumed. For now, however, she lingered in Hellisdalr, for she had a purpose: while her father lived, he'd made numerous friends in the capital—and indeed across Borys—and, despite leaving the city following the death of his wife, he did what he could to nurture those relationships.

One such friend was a frail, sickly man named Udda. Elwyn knew that Udda had once been a very proud, very capable warrior who had by chance saved her father's life during a hunting trip. The tale involved bandits and a very heroic thrashing from Udda, and subsequent booze shared at the nearest tavern, and just like that the two men were inseparable.

Now, however, Udda was old. The sands of time had withered away his chiseled body and stolen from him his health. He lived alone in a ramshackle cottage in the seedier portion of Hellisdalr, and the local ruffians let him be, perhaps out of respect... but Elwyn found herself compelled to visit him every time that she made her way to the capital. She'd see how Udda was doing, take him to a healer if his condition had worsened, and left him some food and coin for drink.

She'd dithered a might too long this time, though, and as she stepped out into the cool, biting wind, she realized that she'd likely have to rent a room and spend the night in Hellisdalr. The trip on foot to Svee Town was a short one, but—as with many journeys on the continent—best left to the daylight.

Elwyn walked quietly down the winding back streets of the capital, musing upon how much longer Udda might live—and how much longer she might keep checking in on him—when a voice greeted her from behind.

She turned, regarding the woman that had spoken to her with slightly furrowed 'brows. A quick once over revealed that this woman was surely in need: she'd managed to bumble herself into a segment of the city in which it wasn't at all uncommon to lose your purse at the tip of a dagger, and she seemed for all the world to be unarmed.

Yet it seemed fortune favored her: both women were in need of a tavern. Even if the stranger had already rented her room, escorting her to it would be the courteous thing to do.

"I can," Elwyn replied, pressing the heel of her hand against the topmost flat of her axe with a tight smile. Her eyes peered down the road at a handful of figures in the dark that she wasn't so keen to engage with, and she jerked her head in the opposite direction.

"I need to rent a room for the night myself, so I'll walk you there," she said as she began to march.

"Pretty young woman like yourself ought not wander the streets of the capital alone at dusk, yanno. The boys here like girls with blue eyes, and they're a touch handsy after dark. I'm Elwyn, by the way."

Luck was with her as the woman turned toward her, an answering look on her face. Eiryn hurried forward toward her, in hopes that she wouldn't turn around and leave her. It seemed however that she wasn't intent on running away. There was a tight smile on her face and her hand rested on the top of her axe, but otherwise no hostilities were offered. "I am very much in your debt, Elwyn. I will see to it that you will have a room at the inn tonight. Paid for by my purse in thanks for your help." She answered her with thanks in her voice.

"It was not my intention to become lost." She said in assurance as she adjusted the basket that she held on her arm. "I had thought that I had known the streets of the capital much better than I apparently did. My family and I used to travel up here for the festival every year until it became too much for my father. It would seem that in that time I have forgotten the streets and how they twist." She tried to explain. It wasn't an easy thing for the woman to admit a fault, but that was the truth of it.

"They are welcome to try all they want. They would find themselves quite in dire straights." She reached into the basket and under the blanket where her purchases rested was a long bladed dirk. "It is not much, but I'm well versed in being able to use it." Her mother had been a shield maiden, it would have been insult to her memory for her not to learn how to at the least defend herself. Though she'd learned much more than just simple defense. She just hadn't expected to need her skills in the city. She wasn't so naive as to think that she could walk about without a weapon in a city, especially not alone and she'd no desire to be followed about by guards. She was not the delicate flower of her soon to be sister in law.

As they began to walk, she'd noticed that they'd turned down the way she came. Whether she'd been going in the wrong direction or whether it was because of the figures that had been down at the further end of the street. Their shadowy look making it less than desirable to head down the street in that particular direction. Either way she hoped the woman did know where they were going. She seemed confident enough that she did, so Eiryn wasn't completely worried.

As they walked down the darkening streets, Eiryn asked a few questions in order to have a polite conversation. "So what is it that brings you to the city Elwyn? Just the festivals or are you here for another purpose?" It would be a long and awkward walk if they went about it in silence. Plus the woman seemed pretty interesting, dressed for a fight as if it came natural. While that wasn't uncommon here in Borys, it was always interesting to run into other women of experience.